Dear pretty youth, unveil your eyes, How can you sleep when I am by? Were I with you all night to be, Methinks I could from sleep be free. Alas, my dear, you're cold as stone: You must no longer lie alone. But be with me my dear, and I in each arm Will hug you close and keep you warm.
The Tempest or The Enchanted Island
by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695)
10. Dear Pretty Youth  [sung text checked 1 time]
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Authorship:
- by Thomas Shadwell (1642? - 1692)
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Researcher for this page: Virginia Knight14. Your Awful Voice  [sung text checked 1 time]
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Your awful voice I hear and I obey, Brother to Jove and monarch of the sea. Come down, my blusterers, swell no more, Your stormy rage give o'er. To your prisons below, Down you must go. In hollow rocks your revels make, Nor 'till I call your trembling dens forsake.
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- by Thomas Shadwell (1642? - 1692)
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Researcher for this page: Virginia Knight15. Halcyon days  [sung text checked 1 time]
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Halcyon days, now wars are ending. You shall find where-e'er you sail Tritons all the while attending With a kind and gentle gale.
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- by Thomas Shadwell (1642? - 1692)
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